
Well now…interesting week! I have my copy of “Fire and Fury” on order. I hadn’t originally considered purchasing it. I figured it contained revelations I already knew or that it at least confirmed what I’d suspected. And all the juicy parts would most certainly be revealed by cable news wonks ad nauseum. No, I bought my very own copy precisely because the “emperor with no clothes” tried to censor it. And because I wanted to be counted in the historic rush (I’m imagining it was historic) to say in no uncertain terms that this is America, and we do not ban books we don’t like, we don’t malign the press for reporting the truth, we don’t fire public servants who refuse to pledge allegiance to a dictator, we don’t build walls and isolate ourselves from the rest of the world, we believe in science, and freedom of religion and speech and expression…yes…Mr. “You’re Fired!” we READ, we are woke and stoked, and you are going down!
All this for the price of a book. What a bargain! How good it felt to buy it, simply because in my America, I can. And I am apparently not the only one. Yep, this is YUGE!
Stay warm, be encouraged, stay woke, my peeps. Have a great week!
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 January 2018
the universe sings,
we’re gonna need backup
when faint hearts become fearless
embedded blood-deep
this yearly pressure has to stop
fresh-faced luna owns the sky
areas cordoned off so as not to disturb them
tick tock turncoats talk
if only they’d known
stars to wish on
soft clouds of air on the breeze
the world is flat
~kat
A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.




Claque is a perfect word for our current alternate reality. The powers that be think we need coaching when we’re told an apple is a banana. And not just any banana, but the most amazing banana in history of bananas. We need a cadre of claqueurs to rally and extol the amazing virtues of bananas from the sidelines. Their job is to convince us that what we’re hearing with our ears but failing to see with our own eyes is not what we think it is. They tell us when to laugh at unfunny jokes. They applaud wildly, standing in ovation to encourage us to do the same. These shills are paid for their loyalty and I learned that the professionals of this shady craft might even resort to extortion should the entertainer fail to pay for their feigned accolades by rousing choruses of boos. What is our world coming to?
As for me I like watching spectacles from the edge, trusting my intuition to come to my own conclusion. For example…It is not a banana. I know bananas. It is an apple of course. Your jokes are not funny and I refuse to reward you with applause for your outrageous claims. Thank you very much!
they said, empty your noggin<
she weeps<
so fly my darling girl / don’t make waves drive fools to folly
baby steps…<


